She dreams of an accent that flows like silken streams
Plays her tambourine with abandon
Softly whispering in tomorrow’s gleam
With just one look in his eyes
Her heart is won

His shadow glides along her skin, leaving his reflection
Mirrored in the depths of her soul
Harvesting her love in the clarity of his diction
With just one touch of his hand
He has control

I love you, I love you, she hears in the sweetest echo
From each drop flowing from his stream
As the rhythm of her tambourine
Increases it’s tempo
She dreams